You and Iida were at an event today, an event for pros.

Now that you are coming home to your penthouse, you are about to enter the building.

You are hounded by Paparazzi, all asking about your experience at UA high, or things about your daughter Saika.

Iida: He is growing frustrated with the disturbance and invasion of press, he’s shoved and he grits his teeth. “You scoundrels! Would you please have some decorum and leave my wife and I alone!” He makes the chopping motion with his arm, a stern expression on his face.